Chapter 539: A Fierce Woman in White

Ye Chen gasped, watching the demonic woman get smacked away by the white-clad woman. "Damn," he muttered.

"What is happening with this world? Each woman is more powerful than the last." Ye Chen's eyes widened as he stared at the overwhelmingly strong white-clad woman in the void.

She was like a banished immortal, her entire body radiating dazzling divine light, even her hair shining brightly. Most striking was her peerlessly beautiful face and a pair of clear, perfect eyes.

"What's her background? And her bloodline..." Ye Chen murmured to himself, looking at the white-clad woman.

Through his Xian Lun Yan, he saw she possessed a vast divine reservoir. Visions swirled around her: boundless cloud seas, divine rivers, immortal realms, and a world of countless flowers, leaving him mesmerized.

As Ye Chen marveled, the white-clad woman shot towards the demonic woman like a beam of holy white light.

The demonic woman was in a sorry state, having been sent flying without warning. Before she could regain her balance, the white-clad figure was upon her, unleashing earth-shattering divine abilities with a wave of her hand.

"You're asking for trouble," the demonic woman snarled coldly, her face like ice. She suddenly shook her delicate arm, sending a surging tide of blood energy rushing towards the white-clad woman.

The white-clad woman didn't slow down, swinging her arm to summon a brilliant divine river that swallowed up the sea of blood energy.

Seeing this, the demonic woman's expression turned ugly, and she quickly retreated.

Boom! Rumble!

The battle erupted in an instant, thunderous roars echoing through the heavens and earth.

On one side, the demonic woman stood on a scarlet sea of blood, with countless ghosts wailing in agony behind her. The visions showed a hellish landscape of corpse mountains and blood oceans, making her seem like a chilling demonic Asura.

On the other side, the white-clad woman stood on a radiant divine river, her sacred form dazzlingly bright. The visions behind her wove into a magnificent immortal realm, making her appear like a banished immortal from the nine heavens, untouchable and ethereal.

Both women were incredibly fierce, and as fellow females, their clash was a sight to behold, visually stunning in every way.

However, despite both being at the Zhun Tian Jing level, the demonic woman was clearly no match for the white-clad woman. From the start of the fight, after over a hundred exchanges, she had been on the defensive, constantly suppressed.

"Better get out of here," Ye Chen thought, wasting no time as he turned and fled.

Boom! Bang! Clang!

Behind him, the battle between the demonic woman and the white-clad woman raged on, attracting crowds of curious cultivators.

Ye Chen moved at top speed, not heading for Gu San Tong. That old man was Du Gu Ao's senior brother, so he was no ordinary opponent. In his duel with the blood-haired youth, he likely wouldn't be in real danger, especially with heavenly thunder and his magical weapon, the iron sword, to help him.

Ye Chen's target was the nearest ancient city. He still planned to go to Hun Long Gu Cheng and raid the Zheng Yang Zong outpost.

Ahead, a majestic ancient city came into view.

"I wonder if those two women are still fighting," Ye Chen muttered to himself as he prepared to step towards the city.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, the sky above him collapsed—it was being crushed by a massive, crystal-clear jade hand.

That jade hand was extraordinarily powerful, covering the heavens and radiating divine light. Within its palm, various splendid visions intertwined, making the world pale in comparison.

Ye Chen's expression changed drastically, realizing the hand was aimed straight at him.

In a flash, he summoned his Da Luo Shen Ding, suspending it over his head, while his Xian Tian Gang Qi armor covered his entire body. He also activated numerous spiritual weapons at once, their powers intertwining to form a massive protective barrier.

Thud!

The jade hand struck, sending the Da Luo Shen Ding flying.

Crack! Clang! Boom!

Hundreds of spiritual weapons followed—some shattered under the pressure, others plummeted from the sky, and still others lost their glow entirely.

Pfft!

Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell from the void, crashing into the ground and creating a deep crater.

"It's that white-clad woman from before," Ye Chen staggered to his feet, recognizing his attacker.

Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, the void twisted, and a white-clad figure slowly emerged, standing high in the emptiness. She was impeccably pure, like a Xuan Nu from the nine heavens, untouched by any dust.

"Senior, we have no grudges from the past or present. What is the meaning of this?" Ye Chen stared coldly at the white-clad woman.

"The Yan Huang Sheng Zhu is quite forgetful!" the white-clad woman spoke for the first time, her voice carrying a hint of chill but still melodious, like a celestial melody.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was now certain she was after him, knowing his identity as the Yan Huang Sheng Zhu. This was no simple matter.

"Come with me, and you can avoid some suffering," the white-clad woman said, gazing down at Ye Chen, her words ethereal.

"At least tell me who you are if you want me to come with you!" Ye Chen had no intention of complying. Though the white-clad woman was strong, he wasn't helpless. He had two Yin Ming dead generals at the Zhun Tian Jing level, giving him a fighting chance.

Even if Lei Yan and Feng Yi couldn't hold their own, he still had his dominant Xian Lun forbidden technique as a trump card, boosting his confidence.

"Come with me, and I'll tell you," the white-clad woman glanced at Ye Chen. What surprised him was the strange look in her eyes—a mix of coldness and irritation.

Seeing that odd expression, Ye Chen subconsciously scratched his head, feeling puzzled. "Have I offended such a beautiful woman before?"

"Decided yet? Will you come quietly, or should I drag you myself?" As Ye Chen muttered, the white-clad woman folded her arms, watching him with interest, a charming smile playing on her lips.

Huh?

Ye Chen suddenly exclaimed softly, his gaze fixed above the white-clad woman. "What a huge pile of shit!"

The white-clad woman frowned slightly, especially at the word "shit," which made her instinctively look up.

But above her, there was nothing—not even a speck of dust, let alone any excrement.

Realizing she'd been tricked, the white-clad woman's face flushed red as she quickly looked back down.

However, Ye Chen was already gone, having darted over a thousand zhang away. His escape was lightning-fast, his body streaking like a divine light across the sky.

"How dare you trick me!" the white-clad woman fumed, storming after him with steps that covered hundreds of zhang at a time.

Boom! Rumble!

The world grew lively again as Ye Chen fled ahead, with mountains collapsing one after another behind him.

The white-clad woman was incredibly swift, and even at full speed, Ye Chen could barely keep ahead. She nearly caught him several times, but he dodged by a hair's breadth each time, though his form grew increasingly disheveled.

"You crazy woman, what the hell did I do to you?" Ye Chen shouted back as he ran.

"How dare you curse me—I'll tear your mouth apart when I catch you!" the white-clad woman gritted her teeth, her body like a streak of white light, distorting the space as she pursued.

"I'm cursing you, you lunatic!"

"No one can save you today."

"Come on, catch me if you can—I'm not some pushover!"